Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 May 1882 — Valorous Edmunds. [ARTICLE]

Valorous Edmunds.

It is some seventeen years, according to the date of the mustering out of the Union volunteers, since the war of the Rebellion closed. The politicians prolonged it for a couple or more of Presidential campaigns, but the mass of the people have gotten it pretty fully into their heads that the war is over. This idea prevails so generally that the leading Republican journal of the country, the New York Times , finds it desirable to administer a gentle rebuke to Senator Edmunds, who, by the way, didjnot bare his manly breast in tho great conflict: “ A dispute about perpetuating the disabilities of a former page boy iu a rebel Legislature is a sufficiently small business to engage the attention of the United States Senate, however lofty may have been the reflections which it suggested. But all such discussions have this radical irrelevance—that they proceed on the assumption that the dangers to the Union of twenty years ago are live issues today. Everyman in his senses knows that, whatever struggle may be before the republic, auother struggle between North and South is impossible. We may drift into foreign war, we may be cursed with a Socialistic revolt, but with a war of sections never again. All that can be demanded of the South is tk.it it should respect the equality of human rights guaranteed by the constitution and take its fair share of the equality of duties which is the necessary correlative of such a compact. The old rebel States cannot be with us without being of us, and persistent nagging at communities with whom we are indissolubly bound savors neither of statesmanship nor common sense.” Mr. Edmunds is a great man, and the Lord loves him because he represents Vermont, but he shouldn’t be so terribly valorous so long after the occasion.—Chicago Times.

Men of genius are hedged about by privileges to which the coarser clay of humanity pay an involuntary respect and homage. Mr. L. was a man of genius. One day a friend called to see him and was informed by the girl who answered the door-bell that her master was not reoeiving visitors. “ What’s the matter with him?” he asked. “He’s got an attack of the liver complaint.” *‘ls that all? Then he’ll see me.” “I guess not,” said the girl quickly, but lirmly, “ when his bile ain’t a workin’ right he wants particular to.be let alone, as he alius writes poetry.” History tells that George Washington never told a lie; so it is very plain that George didn’t learn to smoke when his parents were alive.— Lowell Citizen.